But he was caught in his hands at the beginning.

If it weren't for Yang Fan, how could Li Shaobai and Wang Dexi successfully get out, not to mention that they could also fight back and make meritorious contributions.

This alone "trapping himself in the enemy's trap" almost deducted Li Shaobai's merit points.

In terms of his own realm in the middle of the grinding realm, Lin Qinghan ruthlessly deducted his twenty-four battle points, leaving only sixteen points.

Of course, even so, it is nearly half higher than the nine-point record point of Lin Haitao, who is in third place.

There is no way, although Lin Haitao took advantage of the dark night with his hidden moves, even if he killed a lot of people, most of them were leaks from the rest of the people - for example, he stabbed the enemy from the side while he was unprepared.

In this way, most of the achievements he obtained had to be distributed to those refiners who were facing the enemy head-on.

The reason why Lin Qinghan said that Wang Haiquan's death was killed on the spot by Li Shaobai and the others, instead of telling the truth, was just to reassure the villagers.

If he hadn't broken through the realm and stepped into the Qi Refining Rank when he was dying, judging from the appearance he had previously described as dying, he would indeed not be far from death.

What's more, if it is more true, the final death of that person should also be counted on Yu Changtian's head.

However, there is no need for too many people to know the truth.

If it reaches the ears of the real mastermind behind the scenes, presumably this Qinglong Village will really not have to continue to exist.

He smiled and beckoned, calling Yang Fan to his eyes, and then an inexplicable light flashed in his left hand, and a flaming red long sword was grasped in his hand out of thin air.

"Moan—"

The moment the long sword appeared, it let out a long groan as if it was venting, and it was majestic and powerful.

In the cold square, a warm wind suddenly dispersed, like a spring breeze, like a cold winter has gone.

The villagers standing behind the group of body refiners only felt a burst of warmth, and in an instant, they swept over their faces that had been frozen to a little stiff, so short that no one thought that this was real.

Yang Fan's face suddenly appeared excited.

As early as the day before yesterday, when Captain Liu Hu sent someone to give him a sword, that person had already said that the person with the highest record in this war would get a sword from Captain Lin Qinghan.

There really is a sword to give!

Or the Red Dragon Sword that I once borrowed!

This sword is the most comfortable sword he's ever used!

Whether it was the eldest brother's pseudo-Xuantie sword or Captain Liu Hu's Xuantie broadsword, although Yang Fan could also use it without hindrance, he didn't know what was going on, but he always felt that only when the Red Dragon Sword was in his hand could he perform those moves without hindrance.

"Groan!"

The Red Dragon Sword also seemed to sense his thoughts, and without any control in Lin Qinghan's hands, there was another soft groan, revealing a little cheerfulness, coming from its slightly trembling sword body.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lin Qinghan's eyes.

When the sword was in his hand, he did not have the slightest vision.

Not to mention that it trembled like just now, even the crimson flames on the sword body would only rise under the infusion of their own true qi.

Normally, it's just an ordinary sword.

Could it be because of his own ice attribute true qi?

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, anyway, this sword didn't match his attributes, even if it was originally a portable sword with a fetal transformation power, but for his current self, its effect was obviously not so powerful.

So as soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed the slightly trembling Red Dragon Sword to Yang Fan.

"In the name of the captain, in front of you and in front of all the ancestors, I will present this sword to Captain Yang Fan, who has made great contributions in this battle!"

Under Lin Qinghan's deliberate emotional rendering, thousands of villagers in the square cheered for him.

"Heroes are boys!"

"Captain Yang is really heroic!"

"The sword is given to the hero, and it is justified!"

"Captain Yang and Captain Li are really dragons and phoenixes among people, and they actually killed the enemy at the peak of the Bone Forging Realm on the spot with just the two of them!"

"That's it, didn't you hear, the villain killed by the two captains is still one of the people who provoked us to start a war with Tiger Village!"

"I have these two characters in Qinglong Village, why can't I regain my glory!"

"What's more, there is also a Captain Lin who is in the same area as Captain Li in the first battle zone!"

Countless words and discussions were uttered endlessly from different mouths, all of which were full of hope for the future of the village.

Of course, Li Shaobai's slightly reassuring words are also indispensable.

"Xiaofan, congratulations, in this way, you can save a lot of Yuanjing!"

Yang Fan naturally didn't understand where his indifferent mentality came from, and comforted:

"Big brother, I'll go and get my weapon supply money the day after tomorrow, and go to the city with big brother to pick up some materials, what do you think?"

Normally, many of the alchemists in the village would buy the materials in Luoxia City, and then come back and ask Tie Wuxuan to bother to melt them.

It's also the most cost-effective way to save money.

Otherwise, if you buy a weapon directly in the city and put it up for sale, the price will be at least 20% more expensive than the former.

After all, the rent in Luoxia City is not cheap, and the price of the master who casts weapons is not low.

Who would have thought that Li Shaobai smiled weirdly, and refused without thinking about it.

Although Yang Fan could see that he was hiding something from him, he didn't know how to ask.

Seeing that the hour was almost up, Lin Qinghan mixed his spiritual power with his true qi, and opened his mouth to restore everyone who was excited, paving the way for the next ancestor worship ceremony.

How can such a serious thing be carried out noisily and noisily?

"The existence and glory of a village, even though we are indispensable, but even more indispensable are those who give their lives for the village. Please allow us, big guys, to pay a silent tribute to the martyrs who died in this war!"

Yang Fan tightened the Red Dragon Sword in his hand, feeling the familiar quality, and suddenly felt relieved. So he also joined everyone else, gradually fading his joy, obediently bowing his head, and silently offering his meager respect to those who sacrificed in this war.

If it weren't for them, if it weren't for them sacrificing their lives for righteousness, where would there be today's Qinglong Village?

All of a sudden, there was only the cold wind whistling in the huge square, like crying and complaining, like singing and singing.

......

"The dead are gone, but the living still need to improve themselves—"

Three minutes passed like a white horse, rushing by, and Lin Qinghan whispered softly, waking up the villagers who were silent in the pain of nostalgia.

When everyone raised their heads again, their eyes were full of remembrance, without exception.

Even the people in the crowd, the former Tiger Village and others, while remembering, did not forget to rejoice, lamenting that they had met a good leader.

After the First World War, the rest of them were defeated after all.

If Lin Qinghan was ruthless at the beginning, and then sent troops to slaughter Tiger Village after killing them all, then they would have no choice at all.

In the case that Captain Wang Yan was knocked unconscious at the beginning, more than seven hundred body refiners, that is, three Qi refining rank captains needed to spend a few minutes.

Beasts all know how to be grateful, not to mention these physical cultivators who are different from ordinary people.

They were also more and more grateful to Qinglong Village, except for a few who had been brought by Mr. Han.

Naturally, Lin Qinghan just needs most of them to trust and support themselves.

He didn't really care about a few people, after all, there weren't a few disobedient people in any village.

Just like no class will be full of obedient and good students, Li Wenyu has gone to the parents of several children more than once, but the result is very little.

Therefore, after Lin Qinghan understood these truths, if it was not necessary, he rarely personally disciplined those guys who violated the yang and the yin.

Rather than wasting that time, you should set aside free time to figure out how you can increase your chances of breaking through to the Fetal Stage.

Only with strong one's own strength can many bad thoughts be directly suppressed at the source.

Seeing that everyone had already recovered from their memories, Lin Qinghan gradually raised his voice.

"Next, I would like to invite the families of the martyrs to come to the stage, and I will give this little money from the private funds of the guards to the descendants of the martyrs on behalf of you. ”

As his words fell, the crowd of people standing still seemed to be thrown into a small stone on the calm surface of the lake, showing a bit of disorderly fluctuations.

A moment later, an old man, supported by an ordinary young man beside him, walked out of the crowd tremblingly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and his eyes were red.

The old man crossed the phalanx where the alchemist stood in front of him, as if he had made a start, and then a second, and then a third...... Hundreds of people, all of whom were supported or accompanied by a young man, walked in the direction of Lin Qinghan.

Looking at the clothes of the people accompanying these people with swords and hanging knives at their waists, it was obvious that they were ordinary soldiers who belonged to the guard.

It turned out that Uncle Lin had almost arranged everything quietly.

Yang Fan glanced at him inadvertently, and saw that he was still smiling like a common person on weekdays, and it seemed that everything was under control.

Far away from the edge of the square, a gentle man dressed in white and jade, pulling a delicate and fair-skinned girl like fine porcelain, sat on a tall roof, looking in the direction of the square.

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Xiaozhou said more, I feel that this kind of sacrifice, which is cared for and then not forgotten by everyone, is the perfect interpretation of dedication.

(Yesterday, I accidentally lost 1,000 words of manuscript and made up until more than two o'clock in the morning...... The dark circles under the eyes are going to be as big as the face, and you must get into the habit of taking a nap!)